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All the cOoL gUyS in here with their "comments."
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she only likes the dark meatComment -
She used up now i thinkComment -
What's wrong with you guys? Have you no taste?
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Would be like skiing moguls...pass.Comment -
I had to clean this nasty thread up.
#2 is the best, though.
#3 Might as well go whole hog if you're looking for steak?
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solid 6.5/7.....poor gal has JJ Golds hairline tho
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If you go to Google search. Settings. Unclick SafeSearch. Google her. She is in heavy competition for co-owner of Arby's with Hope. It is pretty gross.
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What percent of SBR posters are afraid of pussy?
85% - (+200)Comment -
This is an honest tale [or tail?].
I met this gal, maybe 32/33 years old, at Lowes last night. We were both getting keys made at the exact same time, so I allowed her to go first.
She was a little plump and, maybe, a bit better than average looking. Dressed rather sexy, though.
She then stated up a conversation, asking a few things about me. I'm already thinking: "Haven't I already seen this before?"
Okay, moving on, I again allowed her to get to the cashier first, as she talked some more, asking if I lived here, etc. I asked her where she lived and she said she was born and raised in L.V.
I told her I was from out of state, far away, yet she continued to ask, now, if I was alone?
Now, I'm thinking, is she playing me or not? Was she a hooker in disguise?
However, I was getting interested by that time, wondering, what was she was up to, or, was she simply lonely for some company [or meat?]?
Well, I'll never know now, because once she got her receipt, and we exchanged friendly words as she was leaving, my clumsy cashier stalled just long enough for me to lose her in the parking lot. And by the time I went through the outside door. I never saw her anywhere?
What's the chances she was for real and not a hustler?
I am a senior, do not forget?
I have my idea fixed at a number between 1-10, to be a hooker. The higher the number the more she was playing me for...?
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Her pussy is stretched out? Lololol. Non puzzy getting kids. She's hot as fuk.Comment -
Abe - most hookers do not shop at Lowes at night.
She was definitely for real. A lot of lonely women during this pandemic. They are dying to talk to someone. Never, ever let them get out the door. You have to make the move before she got the cash register. The best line is any line. Just make up shit. "Oh, you're buying wallpaper. Can I call you to get some tips on putting up wallpaper". No? Then can I call you to take you to lunch?" After 2 no's... Next. move on. Who gives a shit if she says no. I don't care about the no's, I just care about the yeses. ABC - Always be closing and the longer you wait to ask, the worst it gets. Women hate guys that are not decisive.Comment -
Dlo - you are sorely misled if you think your woman hasn't had a huge dick in her on many occasions. If not multiple dicks. Every woman has freak in them. Yes, your woman too. And you better believe some guy brought her freak out. Now, lets talk about anatomy. The size of a woman's vagina does not equal how much sex she's had. I've know porn stars and hookers with tight pussies and small lips and some girls who aren't sexually active with wide ones. You worried about Vonn taking BBC? How about women delivering babies? Wide lips are not necessarily a bad thing either but you obviously wouldn't know.
But since you are banging women in much better shape than Vonn, carry on.Comment -
This is an honest tale [or tail?].
I met this gal, maybe 32/33 years old, at Lowes last night. We were both getting keys made at the exact same time, so I allowed her to go first.
She was a little plump and, maybe, a bit better than average looking. Dressed rather sexy, though.
She then stated up a conversation, asking a few things about me. I'm already thinking: "Haven't I already seen this before?"
Okay, moving on, I again allowed her to get to the cashier first, as she talked some more, asking if I lived here, etc. I asked her where she lived and she said she was born and raised in L.V.
I told her I was from out of state, far away, yet she continued to ask, now, if I was alone?
Now, I'm thinking, is she playing me or not? Was she a hooker in disguise?
However, I was getting interested by that time, wondering, what was she was up to, or, was she simply lonely for some company [or meat?]?
Well, I'll never know now, because once she got her receipt, and we exchanged friendly words as she was leaving, my clumsy cashier stalled just long enough for me to lose her in the parking lot. And by the time I went through the outside door. I never saw her anywhere?
What's the chances she was for real and not a hustler?
I am a senior, do not forget?
I have my idea fixed at a number between 1-10, to be a hooker. The higher the number the more she was playing me for...?
What's your number?
Can you leave these stories to Donk? At least, it ends up in some dam porn movie in a catalog. Who comes to SBR to tell everyone you didn't get passed the batters box and tells the story like its interesting? WTF man.Comment -
Nothing worst than living a life of regret. Years ago, I flew into LAX and as I'm walking up the ramp, I see Iman, the model, struggling with a couple bags. I ran up to her and said, woah, woah, I got this and carried them as we walked. I started shooting the shit, asking her where she been traveling, where she was from. I knew who she was but never made it like I did. She kept telling me that I was gorgeous and so nice. I told her she was exotic. She was drop dead beautiful, much prettier than on TV. Body was tremendous. Man, we hit it off. It was like I knew her before. She had a limo waiting in the pickup zone, I put the bags in the trunk and hugged and kissed her, she kissed me back. I went back into the airport. I was like WTF go back and get her number. I run outside and she was gone. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 1991 because she married David Bowie in 1992. To this day I don't understand why I didn't ask her for her number. I am never shy and I've dated a lot of models. I'm the guy who is going to make conversation but for some reason it didn't cross my mind. I think I wanted her to think I was some wholesome guy who didn't want to ruin the moment. Stupid...
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Because most SBR posters know what it's like to not swing at the plate.
You worried about who Vonn fukked in her past? You might not want to investigate who your woman, if you have one, has been with as well. Does it really matter? Americans are so hung up on sex. Very strange and confusing?Comment -
Tiger hit it..
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getting pounded by the cast of RuPaul Drag Race doesn't countNothing worst than living a life of regret. Years ago, I flew into LAX and as I'm walking up the ramp, I see Iman, the model, struggling with a couple bags. I ran up to her and said, woah, woah, I got this and carried them as we walked. I started shooting the shit, asking her where she been traveling, where she was from. I knew who she was but never made it like I did. She kept telling me that I was gorgeous and so nice. I told her she was exotic. She was drop dead beautiful, much prettier than on TV. Body was tremendous. Man, we hit it off. It was like I knew her before. She had a limo waiting in the pickup zone, I put the bags in the trunk and hugged and kissed her, she kissed me back. I went back into the airport. I was like WTF go back and get her number. I run outside and she was gone. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 1991 because she married David Bowie in 1992. To this day I don't understand why I didn't ask her for her number. I am never shy and I've dated a lot of models. I'm the guy who is going to make conversation but for some reason it didn't cross my mind. I think I wanted her to think I was some wholesome guy who didn't want to ruin the moment. Stupid...
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Lots of mileage on her a la Tiger. Get her back in the gym for 6 months and let's see how she looks...Comment -
Wonder if she enjoyed Tigers putter???Comment -
she wanted to tongue your balloon knot while jacking you off as you watched sportscenter. you blew it.This is an honest tale [or tail?].
I met this gal, maybe 32/33 years old, at Lowes last night. We were both getting keys made at the exact same time, so I allowed her to go first.
She was a little plump and, maybe, a bit better than average looking. Dressed rather sexy, though.
She then stated up a conversation, asking a few things about me. I'm already thinking: "Haven't I already seen this before?"
Okay, moving on, I again allowed her to get to the cashier first, as she talked some more, asking if I lived here, etc. I asked her where she lived and she said she was born and raised in L.V.
I told her I was from out of state, far away, yet she continued to ask, now, if I was alone?
Now, I'm thinking, is she playing me or not? Was she a hooker in disguise?
However, I was getting interested by that time, wondering, what was she was up to, or, was she simply lonely for some company [or meat?]?
Well, I'll never know now, because once she got her receipt, and we exchanged friendly words as she was leaving, my clumsy cashier stalled just long enough for me to lose her in the parking lot. And by the time I went through the outside door. I never saw her anywhere?
What's the chances she was for real and not a hustler?
I am a senior, do not forget?
I have my idea fixed at a number between 1-10, to be a hooker. The higher the number the more she was playing me for...?
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Any single man that says he wouldn't is one of these three things
Liar
Queer
StupidComment
